Oh, Little Omega

"Cherry always told him other Omegas didn't have it much better than he did. They were still fucked whether they wanted it, their bodies still not their own, and beat when they were bad. Sesome just had scars because he was extra bad, horrid. Too horrid to be mated or to have babies. So she took them from him and let anyone use his hole. Sometimes without even having to pay. Maybe he was a horrid Omega because the next thing he knew he was slipping on one of the Alphas' -very soft- sweater, one of the few pants he owned and grabbing the bag of cash that Cherry had left out from their recent drug stash. If there was anything he learned, money- money could get you safety and food. "